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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: Chloe Date: January 25, 2014, 9:30 pm
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For a festival, if was awfully boring, and boring didnt quite
sit well with the cat. Ambrosia began to bounce her leg, those
wild, golden eyes gazing upward as trumpets sounded, and her
father took center stage. Kingly in all ways, regal as always,
he began his speech. A speech that surprised her more than she
had anticipated, and by the grip Momma Bird was giving her hand,
it had taken quite its toll on the eldest as well. A soft
grumble seeped from the cub's lips as she wiggled her fingers
which began tingly with needle pricks when Medea had released
her hand. A small huff puffed out her cheeks until it was
released from her lips in a long hiss of exhaled breath. Her
wild gaze turned toward her sister only to see the eldest lean
towards her, her soft whisper tickling the cat's ear. Such
delightful news. Visitors in the kingdom, and not only that, but
at the gate. Ambrosia nearly squealed, but just barely contained
her excitement as Momma Bird lept up from her perch, and flew
off.
Just as the bird had, the cat followed suit.
The cub rose from her chair the instant her sister was out of
site, and she followed the woman as far as she could before the
scent of the ever watchful guard littered her senses. Keep him
distracted, she'd meet the stranger soon enough. That seemed far
too boring for her small mind to handle, she couldnt possibly
distract the moody guard who hated her just as much as she did
him. Not when an interesting new stranger was about. Ambi
followed the scents of Medea, and the new, familiar scent of
Helena until she had happened upon the duo standing before an
odd, masked man. Interesting indeed. Stalking up on the other
side of Medea, Ambrosia cast a wild gaze toward the masked one,
her brows furrowing as she scented him. Smelly man, but she'd
never forget his scent. She crouched down toward the ground
before then sitting her rump promptly upon the soil beneath her,
her cat like posture far too unrefined for her to be considered
royalty. Nothing like the other two present; elegant, regal.
Another huffy sigh slipped from her lips. She had just arrived
when Momma Bird had finished introducing herself, and
Helena...that meant she'd have to introduce herself. Put forth
effort in this little, daring meeting with the masked one. She
thought better of that, and immediately booted the thought out
of her head. Instead, she remained silent, her body leaning to
the side so that she could prop herself up on Medea's leg. "Are
you friend, or foe? It's far too boring to go about formalities.
I just want to know if you can be trusted so I know whether or
not, your throat is fair game." She was speaking in a highly
indifferent tone, her excitement from earlier already tossed
out, lethargy taking up residency in her. Her wild gaze was
still on him, but it soon fell to the ground where her long
nailed fingers were fiddling with pebbles, idly flicking them
towards this new stranger.
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: SPAZZ Date: January 26, 2014, 2:15 am
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Well this party had gone from liberating to irritating with the
King’s Speech. Not only did Calliah have to mimic the desire of
being a part of this ‘celebration’ now, her father had informed
the whole kingdom of a very important step in his life. And by
the whole kingdom, she meant the whole kingdom; daughters
included. Of course this sparkled more than anger and resentment
in the third sister, it taunted Calliah with the desire of
having a ‘talk’ with her father. Something that she had never
found the courage to do since it was important to remember that
beyond being their father, he was the king. If Calliah didn’t
want to follow this paternal figure, then they had to follow the
king’s word and his rules or vice versa. Calliah –who was still
sitting in the same position that she had assumed since she
first got to the venue, crossed her legs and exhaled
exasperatedly. Looking for whatever excuse to just leave but
could not quite find an appropriate one. ‘I feel ill.’ Would
send Cora to her care. ‘I am tired’ Would be replied with a ‘you
can rest later.’ And ‘I don’t feel like being here.’ Would be
seen like an insult to her mother’s memory or an lack of inner
strength. However, mother-in-a-jar and Cat Girl had left quite a
while ago. They were nowhere to be seen or felt and no one was
on the look for them... Probably in charge of some other
'surprise', like if they needed any more surprises. Never the
less, at the end it didn't matter.
Her thighs felt heavy all of the sudden. As if an impatient
child had suddenly dropped on her lap unannounced. The
difference was that there was nothing concrete laying on her.
There was nothing else but the two dimensional shadow of her
sister Mia that had been moved over Calliah’s lap by the
intrepid sun. This made the girl smile the slightest bit.
Removing that irritated reflection on her face for a mare
second. Her shadows were always there to make her feel better.
The girl slowly traced a solemn digit along the poorly defined
edges of the figure, combing the uneven edges and making them
look smoother and defined. Giving the darkness the profile of
lips, a chin, a few untamed hairs over the top of it’s head.
Forcing it to look more like her sister and less like a shaded
blob.
‘There. You look much better. More like Mia.’ Calliah said to it
without the need to open her mouth. Using one of her various
God-Given abilities.
‘She’s sad, Mistress.’ The shadow replied in a tone that Calliah
didn’t like.
‘It is but human nature for Mia to be sad. It is a bitter sweet
day for all of us.’ The girl replied.
‘No. She is sad. She does not want to live in your realm any
longer. I know of this Mistress, I know because I’ve seen it.’
The shape whispered inside of Calliah's head.
‘What do you mean? Speak at once.’ Brown eyebrows ruffled,
forcing a few lines to appear over her forehead.
‘Please, please Mistress do not pin me in between worlds! I am
but a loyal servant… I tell you what I see and hear as you
commanded! She is sad and wants to finish her existence in this
plane. She feels trapped. I’ve seen her, I’ve heard her. She
will do it soon. You won’t be able to hold her back. No one
will. She’s trapped mistress. She’s more trapped than any of
you.’ The shadow replied, slowly fading as her sister shifted
positions and the sun did not help. But it was still there,
shadows were always there.
Calliah turned her face to look at Mia. Observing her beautiful
pale face and her idle drunken glare. Mia was not with them. Mia
had never been truly ‘with them’. Perhaps when they were
children and were forced to interact. But from the moment that
Mia could choose to live on her own she decided to be alone and
now, this seemed to be taking a toll on her. Calliah assumed
lightly, not wanting to ponder too much on this nonsense because
Mia would never be capable of ending her life. Right? Mia would
never be able to do such a thing! They could not afford to lose
someone else and Mia knew this… She KNEW THIS! Killing herself
would be a cowardly act and Mia was anything but a coward. None
of the Achelous were. Calliah’s cheeks flared with anger and
even resentment now. Angry with this insolent shadow. Angry with
Mia. Angry with their past. Angry with her father. Angry with
this forsaken Kingdom and it's cursed confinement. Calliah
tightened her jaw and glared at this dark mass that seemed to
get heavier as it concentrated over her lap. Now turned into a
dark tattoo that covered her lower half and hid under the table,
fleeing from the sun's radiance and attaching itself to
Calliah's skin. ‘Mia will not try such a thing and if she does
you will come find me. Do you understand? You will guard her as
if your existence depended on her survival because it does. Be
gone.’ Commanded the woman and ran a hand over the table as if
trying iron the mantel but instead made the insolent shadow
vanish. Calliah needed to get away. What she just heard was
impossible. This was a LIE.
The woman abruptly sprung from her chair. Ignoring the few
wondering eyes that burnt on the back of her head. ‘Come to me
Del’or Ortaiqua. I need you…'
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: shosho Date: January 26, 2014, 6:17 am
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[font=trebuchet ms]"I promise you, it was just that. I promise
you, I didn't do anything wrong, the hanging poured a bucketful
of shame unto my families title. I promise you, it wasn't my
fault!"
It was too dark for Del'or to stay intact and listen to the
promises of the devil, the echoes of the exiled one. Yet,
outside, it was too light to travel, so finding a moderate
amount of light to walk without restraint had exhausted her,
cynical eyes blocked behind the piece of black cloth upon them.
The shadow was blind, but after pure possession of a few other
two dimensional silhouettes, her sight had strengthened to a
degree, not concentrated enough to see entirely, but not the
darkened vision she was accustomed too either. It was bizarre,
the rays of light that interrupted her vision, her line of dark
black, the montage of colors, sapphire, crimson, and emerald. It
seemed an object was hanging on Del'or, it amused her that all
her life she had felt the burden of a cloud but had come to find
the significance of it now, knowledgeable of her condition more
so than in the past where she had been a fooled puppet. The
shadow had enough energy to play with the angles of the sun, to
expand not only her height but weight as she was more
experienced and resilient, the training from Calliah, her human
form having aided in this new found strength. She could detach
herself completely from Calliah, as she had done so now, and
wander in accordance to her mood through the Kingdom of
Achelous, though she roamed outside to other realms once in a
while – the more intriguing dominions. Her wandering however
came to an abrupt cease when the sorceress called, rather
desperately, out to her shadow.
What could have possibly happened to Calliah? Was she in pain,
or did she just need to talk, to bestow upon her shadow, new
knowledge? The tone in her voice had made the shadow definite
toward her first assumption. What had caused the pain though?
Del'or had only been away half an hour and Calliah already
seemed so distressed. It normally took longer.
Not taking any more time to ponder about why the woman sounded
so indignant, Del'or sprints back, her pace seemingly like a ray
of dark, navy lightening, mixed with a white diamond glow
striking the ground beneath her, awakening the cries and pleads
of what lay underneath the brown soil. Only Calliah could see
her in her true form. The black attire, dark ebony hair and pale
skin didn't change, almost pastel-like, ironically; nor did the
shady purple tainted lips or the cloth over her eyes. One thing
had altered though. The typically nonchalant expression on her
face was now a worried one, her dark brows furrowed beneath the
cloth, reaching out and grasping the woman's hand firmly, in
order to comfort her from her loads, optimistically which was so
far out of character for Del'or but giving she was a
manifestation to Calliah, she owed her life to the beauty before
her and so it was the least she could do.
"What is it that plagues your heart my dear? You called so
unexpectedly it scared me to my wits for one had thought
something terrible had happened to you."
Her eyes trace over her skin again, assuring herself that she
wasn't wounded physically and that the pain was wholly
emotional. Maybe it was today's sensitive subject of
celebration; the shadow always sensed her 'cloud's' fuming
spirit on this particular day; the commemoration of her Mother.
Maybe it was her sister again; quarrelling like always, over
something that would seem laughable to an observant bystander?
No. It was something far more deep-rooted. The essential bearer
of the news had been a shadow, the musk it had left behind
subtle, but not completely washed away by wind; who was it
though and what business did they have intruding Calliah so?
Del'or waited patiently.
[center]~Fear is the lengthened shadow of ignorance.~
Calliah was fearful. [/center]
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: Beralai Date: January 26, 2014, 10:58 am
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Beralai inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the numerous
scents of those about him making sure of their placements. It
seemed that his mask perturbed more than anything, being
obviously abnormal within this realm. Seeing the one sitting on
the ground, noticeably feline in her actions, he realized that
he was looking at a good portion of the current Royal Family.
Their clothes more than enough to confirm this thought. After a
moment of introductions and curiosities, they still could not
tell if he was friend or foe. Yes, he had a blade on him,
sheathed though. His eyes passing from one to the next, glancing
up at the guard that stood watch.
"The mask..." He began.
A quick flash of his father placing the mask upon him as his
brothers held him still and defenseless, his father's voice
echoing through the recesses of his mind. "You, Beralai. Are
hereby exiled from Criviskar, this mask to remain as proof for
all other's to know. You are Prince, no more."
The memory fading as he shook his head, anger barely noticeable
within his voice. Something within him growing slightly darker,
the helices within his eyes almost set ablaze as he spoke. "The
mask is a marking of high importance where I am from. I am not a
foe, although I have not been given a reason to consider anyone
here a friend."
Glancing at Ambrosia he shook his head. "Even if I were to tell
you I was trustworthy, would you trust me? No, because actions
speak louder than words." His eyes taking everyone in as he
finished his statement.
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: Anthonie Date: January 26, 2014, 11:39 am
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Helena's eyes glanced downward toward her young sister,
Ambrosia. She was cute in her own weird ways; though always
seemed to be attached to Medea's hip. She would say nothing to
the youth, choosing instead to listen to what the man had to say
to her and her sisters. The tiny 'ping' and words to follow that
registered within her mind showed little outward reaction,
though he would know that she received his 'message.' A whisp
would encircle the guard for a few moments; playful, giddy,
cheery, as if a troubled teen out for the night to see what kind
of trouble she could get herself into. Before too long, the
spirit would vanish with a scream, only audible to the guard who
remains on the look out; as if to challenge him. "Fair enough.."
She told the strange man who had entered their palace gates. It
was odd though, they had to be here for a few minutes now and
father had not rushed to seize the 'guest' and protect his
daughters from whatever dangers the King might see fit. "Helena
is Our name... We are just curious of your intent and seek
information. That's all we require.." She told him, unsure of
how to react to the man's presence overall. They all seemed to
line up before him like a bunch of Catholic School girls who had
finally got to see their first sight of a boy in their
courtyard... "We sense no foul intentions, but Father might feel
otherwise..." She said, her normal tone taking a somber and
cautious downcast.
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: Faith Faris Date: January 26, 2014, 11:53 am
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[Drakon. He always seemed to find a way around their plans
however well-conducted it appeared to them; no privacy was
allowed, even in the confines and folds of their own Kingdom and
this boiled Medea's blood to points she couldn't simply manage.
Cyrus loosens his hold, as her temperature warms up so she could
let go of her sister's hand as not to hassle her. The
golden-crimson snake begins to swerve up her arm once more, his
skin icy in contrast to hers, his bleak attempts at calming her
drawing an affectionate smile from the otherwise angered woman,
a well deserved kiss placed upon his head. Finally bringing her
temperature back to it's moderate rates, she gasps, looking
around at the Tower where the guard would be situated; Calliah,
her sister could easily outsmart him and with her abilities it
would surely be a breeze. Her head tilts forward to her shadow,
the dark spirit watching her for a moment, before meandering off
as if the sun was following, slightly blocked off by an
invisible obscure object. For the time being, she ignored the
watchful predator.]
[Her focus sets on Ambi, the youngest of them all who hardly had
any manners, or way with words for that matter. She was not the
charmer, but the beauty she infatuated was exotic and alluring.
She wasn't tame, but her fiery nature was one to spark flames in
an opponent's heart and as she rests by her leg, Medea's fingers
brush briskly through her already-messy hair, to help the look
she so effortlessly achieved. Another laugh erupts from her
throat, unable to help herself at Ambrosia's threat, before
pointing a finger her sister's way.] That's Ambrosia; she is
obviously not one to mess with.
[None of the sisters were, really. They all possessed a great
deal of power, being sorceress's that sometimes scared even the
mighty Achelous but all maintained a good balance also, to
control and preserve the power, not let it go wild and feral.
Watching Helena speak, she shakes her head.] Father does not
need to know. . .
[It was such a risk, but Medea craved nothing more than new
fresh blood in her town, new strangers, unorthodox beings, it
lurked and haunted her mind everyday, wishing for things like
this to happen and only in her dreams, did they ever occur. An
opportunity like this wouldn't be passed by the eldest, however
promiscuous it was. With a swift movement her snake encircles
the stranger, letting him engage of his surroundings, before he
is guided in their direction. Medea would, if assured by the
male himself, begin to take him to her headquarters.] Come this
way, if you will, we shall give you all you need. A good nights
rest, food. . .[Cutting herself off, her blue eyes wander over
to the strangers, sighing happily, before instructing her
sisters to keep an eye out, incase she was followed.]
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: Beralai Date: January 26, 2014, 11:59 am
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Beralai nodded his head in appreciation to Helena. He did not
want to delve further into the reasoning for his peculiar mask.
His eyes softened, the anger releasing from him as if taken away
by a breeze. Taking a step forward, towards the girls he bowed
his head respectfully to each one of them in turn. "I appreciate
your kindness." As he said this, he had to wonder what was in
this Kingdom. Beralai didn't doubt for a moment that these girls
could handle themselves quite well. Animalistic natures tended
to help with that. But he pondered why the King didn't come to
the gate. Or why the Guard simply hadn't answered. But, it was
not his place to question how this Kingdom ran. The
connotations within Helena's last statement caused him to
further believe that paranoia was a characteristic of the King,
if not the people themselves, for people always tended to be the
same way as their leaders. That, Beralai knew all too well.
Beralai reached into the folds of his clothing, withdrawing a
small pouch. He tipped the bag over, allowing the contents to
spill into his hand. A Garnet, Lapiz Lazuli, and an Embershard,
along with various forms of coins. He looked through the
contents for a moment, before withdrawing a golden coin. The
coin had a Gyrfalcon on one side, and Seven Spears in a bundle
on the other. He held the coin out as an offering. "It isn't
much, but seeing as it is a celebration today," His eyes
glancing over their shoulder's to state his point. "Here is an
offering." The coin seeming to be untouched by time, sparkled
radiantly in the sun. He placed it within the palm of one of the
sisters, mumbling to himself more than them. "Criviskar guide
you."
(That coin is the last coin to the Criviskar Empire. A major
gift for him to give.)
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: Chloe Date: January 30, 2014, 10:03 pm
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A grin worked it way onto the wild woman's lips when Momma Bird
addressed her to the stranger. Oh how right she was. Wild,
golden eyes looked toward the masked man with intense ferocity
as he picked around in his little pouch, her ears pricking as he
spoke of their celebration, eyes narrowing as he handed over a
lovely, shiny coin. A coin in which she snatched up immediately,
and rolled it around in her palm as she examined it curiously.
It was very pretty, very unique to anything she'd ever seen
before. With a bit of hesitation, Ambrosia lifted it up to Medea
just as the woman had brushed her long, lithe fingers through
that wild mane. She then rose from her crouched position, and
turned her back to the stranger. With a sigh, Ambrosia left her
two sisters without much of a warning. She'd head toward the
watch tower, and she'd hunt down Drakon. The cat would play with
her little mouse for a bit...only because she knew he hated it
oh so much.
((This is really short, and im super sorry ;A;))
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Re: ~[μαγικό Βασ	
43;λειο]~
By: jazzhandz_ Date: January 31, 2014, 1:22 am
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[center]The merriment, the mirth; everyone had something to do
on this day, all her sisters scurried off after the fine speech
from her father to get along with their business and Mia
continued to sit and watch the acts of affection from mothers to
daughters, her heart giving way for the pain of losing hers to
consume it completely. The second youngest hadn't come to know
her Mother well as she was a mere infant when the queen had
passed but the proposal her father had put forth only added to
the long list of inconveniences hustling through her mind. She
felt like a liability standing next to her sisters; she wasn't
as strong as Medea or Helena, wasn't as brave as Ambrosia, and
sure as hell wasn't as desirable as Calliah and Hera. So, what
use would she make to anyone around? Looking over to the only
two sisters present now, a sigh parts her lips and she whispers
a bitter 'farewell' before getting up, making her way to her
little house. Along her tracks though, an overwhelming numbness
took over her very heart, her eyes full of tears, gleaming in
the sun's setting light, orange and red flames seemed to swirl
in the skies and now in her golden-like orbs, raising a hand to
her chest, gasping in utter shock. It was all just too much to
handle and so with a change of tracks, she makes her way back to
their castle, and to Medea's room; surely she would find a
remedy for this agony that lurked impalpably in her heart.
The apathy, the mockery; her inebriated mind decided to quit on
the very last minute. Right at the very second where her hands
held on to the fancy door knobs and they were ready to push open
the heavy regal doors. It was like if the same air that
surrounded Mia’s heavy being had stopped. There were no playful
winds aiding her steps. That little cool breeze that she was so
accustomed to having around, like childhood companion. That same
wind that ruffled her hair and slid under her shirt like a
playful cherubim, as if it had a life of its own. That same wind
that distracted and comforted her every single day from the
moment she realized the powers that had been bestowed upon her…
There was nothing now, much less no one around to offer her an
exodus. Mia hesitated. As if giving someone or something the
chance to save her from this agonizing heaviness… Please…
Someone… Please? But of course she was now alone, truly alone.
So, Mia’s lips parted to make way for a small exhale. The
decision was made and she turned the knobs, pushed the doors
open and stepped into her eldest sister’s room. The room was not
empty however, Medea’s reptiles were kept captive in their
various glass confinement; observing. Mia didn’t waste time
looking around for the hissing reptile’s that gave her chills
with those split tongues and icy glares. Slithering creatures
that Media had a fixation for and were now hidden in their
temporary environments. She could feel them watching her every
move though and knew that somehow they would find the way to
alert their mistress. So there was no time to waste. “Be at
peace. I only come to collect something for my sister.” Mia said
without a decreasing her speed or diminishing her desires to go
on with this tumultuous decision; approaching one of the various
shelves that covered Medea’s massive headquarters. God knew that
the woman’s room was impeccable and impressive. Dark walls
decorated with golden markings that seemed to glow whenever the
playful sun brushed through them; golden shelves that kept all
sorts of containers; all sorts of potions and poisons; all sorts
of memoirs and books. They described the eldest of the six in a
nutshell. But Mia was here for the poison today, not to borrow a
book or borrow a dress. No, of course not. She would be here
today, but not tomorrow.
The decision and follow-through; with a quick motion she takes
the little intricately designed glass case, looking to the
poison as it swirled a black and grey, breathing in sharply.
Pain; unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated
with actual or potential tissue damage, or described in terms of
such damage. Discouraging shouts of motivation; as if the wind
had picked up on what she was about to do; take her own life. In
a way she felt selfish, but this block, this dead weight on her
was too much to lift, and she needed some sort of release from
this frantic life they lived. They were trapped between four
walls, everyday the same mundane tasks and all she desired was
to be, as free as the wind she could manifest, as free as the
breeze of the summer, as free as the birds that glide over in
blue skies, in the lands of Achelous. Even the snakes that
glared at her so were freer, Medea had her fair share outside
the suburbs of their little town. Again, she takes a brief
moment to think it over, before shaking her head, fingers
wrapping tightly around the bottle to ensure herself that her
decision was the right one, as if she was slightly displeased by
it. Taking a few steps into the golden bathroom, she takes a
look at the mirror, at herself, what a shambled mess she was,
giving her more of an excuse to commit the crime that would
surely break her other sister's hearts. Her hands shake as she
grabs a piece of paper, scripting unto it that she was sorry; it
wasn't enough but she couldn't handle it any longer, it was as
if the decision itself was taunting her, telling her to just get
along with, and so she raises the bottle to her lips, taking a
sip, and then another. . .before her eyes widen as the
excruciating pain engulfs her entire body, her soul almost
ripping away from her body as to run away quicker and be done
with the torment.
The end; freedom. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as her
stomach roared and bubbled like the lit cauldron of an
experimenting witch. Hands flying to hold on to her aching
abdomen, stomach, chest, head. All of the sudden this burning
regurgitation rushed a thick almost bubbly liquid up her
esophagus and finally ended being spewed over the immaculate
bathroom tiles. Tainting the virginal tiles with a vile mixture
of blood and stomach juice. Of course she started feeling
lightheaded almost instantly. A hand reaching numbly to a side
to hold on to whatever she could grasp. Not being able to
measure the distance between the sink and the place where she
had crouched was a mistake and the earth beneath her seemed to
shift since before Mia could realize, she had tumbled over.
Knees slowly lifting towards her chest while her spine arched
forward. Mia’s poor shaky body seeking comfort in one way or the
other and the cold tiles weren't helping. What had she gotten
herself into?! Her whole body was on fire yet she felt cold,
freezing to be exact. A consuming, burning, unbearable mixture
of fire and ice that left the girl unable to speak or do
anything else but close her eyes. Unable to move. Unable to
breathe but always able to think.
The memories rushed through her mind in a collection of flavors.
Some memories were sweet, others were salty and of course a few
were even bitter. Sweet was a night of her childhood where all
the sisters ended up in Helena’s room because a violent storm
had hit their lands. The noises that the wind made against her
window were terrifying, as if wanting her to join the rain,
thunder, lighting and raging winds. Soon enough all of the
sisters were together. Even Medea who was the eldest found her
way into Helena’s room with the excuse of ‘wanting to see how
everyone was doing’. Helena was truly fearless; Medea so tender
and caring; Ambrosia was just a little hyper cub then, running
around the room between innocent giggles; Hera making sure that
the candles were always lit and there was always enough light.
Calliah making them laugh by telling them stories and projecting
them as shadows on the walls. Salty was her first love and the
impossible kisses that they shared in the stables among the hay
and the flies. That poor stable boy whom she never saw again
after he was taken away by his father, the blacksmith. A love
that never had any hope, but was good while it lasted.
Bitter was looking at pictures of a beautiful queen and strong
handsome king, sitting in a throne with a happy bunch of girls
that Mia could barely tell apart. Hera sitting between the king
and the queen, looking like a handcrafted porcelain doll.
Calliah so chubby and round, always smiling. Medea a stick with
neat dark hair arranged in a ponytail, looking like a child and
not like a girl who never had the privilege of a childhood.
Helena still skinny and svelte with messy curls running
everywhere, looking to a side, always distracted. Mia herself
was just an infant sitting on the king’s lap and Ambrosia was
merely a pink bundle held by the queen. A beautiful queen with
rich brown curls. A magical queen that seemed to make everyone
happy. All of the sudden the queen extended a hand and held that
beautiful smile.
‘Come’ She said without moving her lips and Mia… Mia wanted to
go. The pain was dissipating now… yes. No more pain… no… no more
pain… Yes she could hear the giggles of the girls in the picture
louder … now. No, she could not feel her own heart beat. Yes,
there was nothing holding her back now… no, no there was nothing
left to do but hold on to the Queen’s hand. Mia’s fingers
wrapping around the delicate fingers of that stretched hand. Yes
she could feel them! For what seemed to be the first time Mia
felt her mother’s delicate hands pulling her with a powerful
gush of wind that extended throughout the whole kingdom. And
yes, Mia broke out in tears because she was free. She was
finally home.
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By: Faith Faris Date: January 31, 2014, 2:14 pm
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For a moment, just a brief moment she felt an icy surge of wind
that only winter could provide so fiercely and in the distinct
air diminishing so unexpectedly, Medea was certain something had
gone wrong; there was a twitch in the days activities, her
apprehensive snakes, their frenzied hisses, piercing screams
that stabbed her ears all too generously with the unspoken
language was enough to confirm the instinctive feeling in the
pit of her stomach; which was now agitated with worry.
Along the tracks, she stops, eyes wearily scanning the vast,
barren forest for indication of why the lands yearned to
articulate so with the drop of temperature only momentarily, her
skin meeting with it like old companions that had shared many
blissful times together, intense cerulean eyes unable to conceal
the concern that boiled like hot water on a scorching, heated
stove in those dominant orbs. Most of the time, the woman's
senses were right; she considered this a blessing but as she
continues along the path, with Beralai, fingers wrapping tightly
around his coin almost desperately, she wishes she was wrong for
she knew the event that would soon unfold before her eyes wasn't
to be benefited from. The sturdy woman felt insecure, not only
of her abilities, but herself as a person, brows furrowing, and
heart beating rapidly to an unnatural thump, her veins pulsating
under her skin. For the time being, as not to be a nuisance to
the male, though he had probably already picked up on her change
of heart and attitude, she keeps herself settled and at ease,
pretending all was well.
She knew what Ambrosia and Helena were occupying themselves
with, but where was Calliah? Hadn't her shadow already reached
the woman to express her fear? The pendent hanging by her wrist
gleaming a dark grey provided the answer to her muted
suspicions. Would the other sisters sense it too, what she so
regretfully had? A moment of silence and then it hit her, taking
a few steps back with a deep intake of breath, like there was an
invisible wall prohibiting her from moving forward. This uproar
in her heart was recognizable; it wasn't the first time Medea
had been stirred so greatly and as a ghost takes complete
control of her mind and takes her back to the memories, she
attempts to hold back the cries, and pleading blares. It was
when her mother had died, she felt the same emptiness in her
heart, and the gush of wind was just a warning, the woman
bracing herself already for what was to come; knowing already it
would be a family member's death, a cousin maybe? Medea was
denying the truth that was so blatant but it was her only option
for if she didn't allow her heart to hope, she was sure to break
down, right here, in the middle of the forest, in front of what
would be a very bewildered stranger and expression of grief was
not something the woman executed often.
Sneaking a stranger in with an otherwise occupied heart was not
the easiest of tasks, but Medea had memorized the secret tunnels
and passageways to the castle; the only major problem the two
would probably face was getting past the front guards, however
the back door was the better alternative as on this day of
celebration, there most likely wouldn't be anyone guarding the
other imperial large powerful –forgotten- entrance. So as they
make their way out of the last tunnel and take a quick right,
she looks over to the male, smiling temporarily in hope to rid
her heart of the sting.
"My room is on the ground floor, thankfully; this track. . . I
thought would be better, but keep yourself concealed, the
townspeople are very observant." A roll of her eyes indicates
how fed up she truly is of prying people, before she continues;
trying to explain what was a very complicated Kingdom. "You see,
there are guards at the front, today is a memorial, as you
already know, for the queen's death and if today is our lucky
day, there will no one at the back. There usually isn't." The
small banter was just a painless way to divert her attention
from reality, before once again leading the male through hustled
trees, once met with the iron doors, she pushes one open with
ease, waiting for the male to enter, before she, keeping an eye
out for any priers.
As he would enter, she would follow swiftly and begin another
trek, this time to her room which was the first one to the left,
the corridors vacant to her surprise, candles lit, in
hand-crafted chandleries, the glow of the light fire giving a
somewhat paranormal sense to the building. When met with her
bedroom doors, she hesitates, before twisting the handle and
pushing slowly, once more, letting the male enter first, and
following suit. There was nothing different as she looks around,
but a bottle of poison was missing; Cyrus' poison. Her head
snake had a venom that rattled the bones that illuminated a
normal temperature and made you feel like you were sitting in
the arctic and a pit of fire all at once. Why was it missing?
Where was it, for that matter?
Frantically, she searched, before flinging her bathroom door
open, eyes widening at the sight before her, and like a mess,
not going to her sister, but reaching for the piece of paper
that was a pathetic apology for her selfish act. Only a single
tear resides down her pale cheek, before she scrunches the paper
and throws it at the wall. Her actions would confuse another,
but Medea couldn't care less in the moment, it was her way of
grieving, her fingers wrapping tightly around her sister's body
to lift it slightly and start cleaning the floor beneath her
with a white cloth, the blood reeking due to the toxin mixed
into it. After finishing with the floor, she places her sister
in her tub, taking a deep breath in, almost to prepare herself
for the task of cleaning her body, after doing so wrapping her
up in another piece of cloth, before brushing her hair and
letting it split in two, framing either side of her face as it
glides over her chest and over her shoulders; the woman would
seem so unsympathetic, but the way her heart shrieked and eyes
pleaded to cry was all bare, only to her, in the margins of her
own mind.
Medea was broken, empty inside, she had no words, no tears to
express the vulnerability she felt but if she couldn't keep
herself together this moment, she surely wouldn't be able to in
a little while when she had to inform their father of the death
of his Mia. Just the thought of Achelous frustrated her, he was
the soul purpose of this death and he would know it too; he kept
his daughters locked and while some of them dealt with it, the
heart of the young ones were weaker, wishing to indulge in the
world outside of theirs, Mia had killed herself because she
wanted to be free, the eldest knew this all too well but she
couldn't help feel just a little blameworthy, it was her poison
after all, that had killed the little one.
As she looks down at the wrapped body in the tub, she leans
forward a little, gazing at the innocence that lay in it,
another tear dropping onto Mia's face, but followed by no more,
Medea taking a moment to let it sink in, that Mia would be
reunited with their Mother, hopefully in the best way possible,
not centering her emotions on the guilt; more so on the relief
the girl would be met with on the other side. All the while,
Medea had ignored Beralai, who was doubtlessly not only dazed
but looking for answers too, and with a kneel and bend of her
waist, she presses her lips to her sister's bitter and colorless
forehead, letting the kiss linger for a few minutes before
walking back to where the male was, in her grand bedroom. It
seemed dull and lifeless now, whereas on other days it was her
second haven, her pride and joy.
"I guess. . . I owe you an explanation." Her voice wasn’t bitter
nor angry, but defeated. Medea felt completely drained and
distant, detached from the world.
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